Oh steady wind that blows within ……rustles leaves 🍃 that fall in my soul …..

reminding me things will come and go and that is the process by which I grow

I gather them in neat small heaps and when I think they are under my control……. those winds within destroys those piles and laughs at my vain attempts to manage what life presents…… and yet I repeat the process over and over again…..

 I have gone through many days where I let them fall and bothered not to attempt control until the accumulation was such ……it’s effects were just too much

so faced with such calamity I grabbed my rake “sobriety” and proceeded to arrest the cumulating mess and one day at a time a treaty has been signed…..

Which states……

” I will attempt to change what is unacceptable to me. What is not in my control….. I will accept and let them be. The leaves will drop and that will not change. I will try to keep them arranged so that they don’t impede my progress. I will expect and accept without complaint that the world 🌎 is not interested in my agenda nor my preferences. Come what may the seasons within will change and that is the beginning and end of that.

oboe the hobo

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